It’s been like this now getting on for one week.
Day after day after day. Rain, pause, rain, pause, rain, pause, rain like hell, pause, you get the picture.
Here’s Bugs’s response.
Or maybe he wants me to brush his cushion.
What is, is.
Does this mean that we just give up to what is, and let the cat-hair accumulate on the cushion?
It seems more about:
(1) Letting go of attachment to what is not;
(2) Meeting what is; and
(3) Offering what is needed.
Applying this homily to Bugs’s and my current situation, the equation might look like:
(1) Letting go of attachment to Bugs as Mr. Sweetness when I’m grieving, when what is, in the moment, is Bugs as Mr. Confined Cat, who’s in need of energetic outlet and stimulation; and
(2) Meeting what is, when what is, is also that I need to work. And,
(3) Offering what is needed?
That’s the tough one.